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February 4, 2014
Promise you won’t sell up
and move house, Mum.
We’ll have no place left
to call home!
Where will we dump
all our stuff, Mum,
when we return from
our travels to Rome.
Please don’t downsize
and move on, Mum.
This house holds,
for us, so much joy.
and bruv needs his room
to crash out in, Mum,
when his assignment
is finished in Illinois.
Please don’t get on
with your life, Mum.
It’s not as if you’ll
never see us again.
There’s still lots of
reasons to stay, Mum.
Why on earth would
you move to Spain?
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